is this what its like to grow up.
where you can dig up the deepest graves.
lean over, comprehend, take it in.
then throw the sordid soil back, unflinching.
and leave them standing, in the know.
no hands forward, no threads shortened?
just a simplistic symbol of the shoulder brush.
maybe then, i'm only just starting to feel my way around.


jam aloud two this saturday.
how am i going to do it.
i've got to find out.


excerpts from "Civil War" by Guns N' Roses.
look at your young men fighting.
look at your women crying.
look at your young men dying.
the way they've always done before.


my hands are tied.
the billions shift from side to side.
and the wars go on with brainwashed pride.
for the love of God and our human rights.
and all these things are swept aside.
by bloody hands time cant deny.
and are washed away by your genocide
and history hides the lies of our civil wars.


that you cant trust freedom.
when its not in your hands.
when everybody's fighting.
for their promised land.


look at the shoes you're filling.
look at the the blood we're spilling.
look at the world we're killing.
the way we've always done before.
look in the doubt we've wallowed.
look at the leaders we've followed.
look at the lies we've swallowed.
and i dont wanna hear no more.


my hands are tied.
for all i've seen has changed my mind.
but still the wars go on as the years go by.
with no love of God or human rights.
cause all these dreams are swept aside.
by bloody hands of the hypnotized.
who carry the cross of homicide.
and history bears the scars of our civil wars.


i dont need your civil war.
i dont need one more war.
whats so civil about war anyway.


awesome.
i have a lecture at 0800 tmr.
and here i am.


for example to create a vacuum
then we fill that vacuum
as popular war advances
peace is closer.

perfection at 3:36 PM